My sisters told me that he liked Mississippi Blues man, Jimmy Reed I never really had a conversation with my father. I often sat alone beside him for hours in his small studio apartment as a kid. He would just drift in and out of consciousness trying to find his soul. Well, my entire immediate family were out of town over this 4th of July weekend. They had a grand big house with a upstairs and downstairs, and a mother and father just like on TV.
All of his brothers and sisters had bicycles just like on television. They all sat together around a big table in a dining room for supper just like on TV. My dear mother, I and six brothers and sisters were crammed inside a 2 two room apartment with a small kitchen space. Before my 2nd birthday, he was violently separated from me.
The experience was so painful and traumatic that I almost became permanently comatose. It was the first time that I died. In order to live, I had no other choice then to let another child grow inside me that had no idea of who he was. I had to disown my beloved father in my most impressionate years of child development. All of his life, I thought that he had crumbled mentally from individual weaknesses, godlessness, and lack of virtues that finally overwhelmed him. I thought his schizophrenia was all his own fault.
I loved my father, but I had always been reserved about him leaving us alone. Yet, all that I heard about my father was that he was just a normal man of his era. He was a young humble gentle soul born in Tylertown, MS.
Army Supply Depot in Oakland, then transferred to the U. One day, he went to work then disappeared. He had been taken. I am not sure when my mother and family finally found him at Napa State Hospital. They were all a respected very humble hard working Christian people out of Mississippi and Louisiana close to the soil of the earth.
